User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG (Rebooted)/@comment-1298206-20190628042755/@comment-4677325-20190704055605

The hogmaid smiled softly as she kicked her footpaws absentmindedly in the air as Bluestripe walked. “I sure do hope they ‘ave something that fits me! Ma always said that I was big for my age.” As they walk, the morning sun finally begins to crest the eastern horizon, rays of light shimmering through the trees, bringing life to the darkness. The river to their left begins to grow shallower as they approach the recognizable ford and the pathway running north and south through it.